In The Springtime Of His Voodoo

Standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona
And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song
2 girls, 65, got a piece tied up in the back seat
"Honey, we're recovering Christians."

In the springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring

And right there for a minute
I knew you so well
And right there for a minute
I knew you so well

Got an angry snatch
Girls, you know what I mean
When swiveling that hip doesn't do the trick
Me pureed sanitarily
Mr. Sulu, warp speed, warp speed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey

In the springtime of his voodoo, hey
In the springtime of his voodoo

Every road leads back to my door
(And right there for a minute)
Every road I will follow
(I knew you so well)
Every road leads back to my door
(And right there for a minute)
Got all your crosses loaded
(I knew)

And I know she's not that foxy, boys, yes
I said I know she's not that foxy
But you gotta owe something sometimes
You gotta owe, boys
When you're your momma's sunshine
You've got to give something sometimes
When you're the sweetest cherry in an apple pie
I need some voodoo on these prunes

In the springtime of his voodoo
In the springtime of his voodoo, yes
He was going to show me spring